The Last Shall Be First
Will Christ still make time for me even if I'm late?
Hello lovelies.
Been a minute :)
I woke up at 3:30 am this morning (about 45 minutes ago), not sure why. I’ve been praying and trying to figure out what the Lord wants me to do with my extra time this morning, and the thought came to transcribe and post a poem I’ve recently written.
Maybe one of you needs it right now, I don’t know. Whenever you read this, I hope you know how loved you are, by both me and by God. He’s proud of you. He’s thinking of you. :)
That’s all. Let’s get right into it, shall we? This one was inspired by Jacob 5. The Lord taught me a ton of incredible truths from that chapter this time around, and this poem was just one of the beautiful discoveries that came out of my study a few weeks ago. Pls text me sometime about Jacob 5 and I’ll invite you over so we can nerd out about how it’s the best chapter in all of the standard works that’s all.
I’m running.
Wet hair from the shower,
No time to dry it.
Breakfast forgone,
No time to make anything.
I’m pulling my backpack on and trying not to slip on my untied shoelaces,
No time to look put together.I was supposed to meet with the Lord today,
but I slept through all four of my alarms.
Missed the bus.
Missed my chance.
I will be too late.My mind races, faster than my feet:
”You’re so dumb.”
”Why can’t you just do one thing right for once.”
”You’re going to miss it.”
Give up. Go home. Hide under the covers.
You won’t fit in with him anyway.
He’ll know you’re just a fraud.I stumble into the line,
Dead last.
So incredibly late.The line is too long.
He’ll run out of time before He gets to me.I look down at my untied shoelaces, gasping for breath and trying in vain to keep the tears from falling.
Until.“Thank you so much for being here. I’m so glad you made it.”
I know who’s speaking before I even look up.
Tears flow freely now as I look into the loving eyes of my Savior, corners crinkling up as he beams at me.. . .
What do you think the Savior meant when he said that the last shall be first and the first shall be last?
That he was condemning the rich and prideful?
Maybe.
But can I tell you what He taught me today?I think that the Lord will begin at the end of the line, because He knows that those who came late might just need Him the most.
He won’t penalize you,
He won’t mark you tardy,
He’ll just smile at you with his crinkle eyes and love you and thank you for coming.
Then He’ll move up the line, thanking everyone for their hard work.And you know what I think He’ll do once He gets to the front?
I think He’ll come right back down the line, giving everyone one last hug, just to make sure He gets any stragglers that might be at the end.Come to Christ, even if you slept through your alarms.
Come to Christ, even if you’re the last in line.
Come to Christ, even if your shoelaces are untied and your hair is wet.You did not miss your chance.
You are not going to be too late.
No matter how delayed you think you might be,
He will rejoice at your arrival.
Love you all, please never forget that.
live laugh love.
Anj